{"id":1432,"date":"2000-08-17T19:16:16","date_gmt":"2000-08-18T02:16:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=1432"},"modified":"2013-01-19T19:17:44","modified_gmt":"2013-01-20T03:17:44","slug":"draw-the-line","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/2000\/08\/17\/draw-the-line\/","title":{"rendered":"Draw the line"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was deeper then and I am lost<br \/>\nI would have slain those hoary lights<br \/>\nof a night that hid a wretchedness<br \/>\nfar from the sight of those who cared.<\/p>\n<p>But this worn flesh that writes away<br \/>\ntakes all my being and focus thus;<br \/>\nHow can I feel a love endowed<br \/>\nto all those of like mind<br \/>\nwho frolic forward into time,<br \/>\ntaking empty hearts as these<br \/>\nto fill with sedentary but hollow bliss.<\/p>\n<p>For nothing clothes a spirit thus<br \/>\nas a body that came from this dust<br \/>\nof earth, or as it were, cosmos,<br \/>\nof life, or as I&#8217;d have it, lust.<\/p>\n<p>For spirit is as spirit does<br \/>\nthe priest forgets; sits in disgust<br \/>\nfor everything devoted once he was<br \/>\nis now realized to be lost<\/p>\n<p>and in the face of forward facing time<br \/>\nI must draw the line.<\/p>\n<p>Here I draw the line.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was deeper then and I am lost<br \/> I would have slain those hoary lights<br \/> of a night that hid a wretchedness<br \/> far from the sight of those who cared.<\/p>\n<p>But this worn flesh that writes away<br \/> takes all my being and focus thus;<br \/> How can I feel a love endowed<br \/> to all those [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-personal","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1432","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1432"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1433,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1432\/revisions\/1433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}